Murder Opens A Gate aka Gateway To Danger

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Tonight, gateway to danger. The Whistler. And I know many things, but I walk by night. I know many strange tales hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows. Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak.

It's too bad in a way that old racial ausages and grinding out dime novels anymore. Because he could have grabbed off another bestseller for himself by simply writing the story of Eddie Vincent up to a point of course.

For Eddie was a real rag to riches success stories, born in a charity ward, selling papers on the streets while the other kids were playing ball and going to the movies. Yes, he came from the wrong side of the tracks, but from the first everyone knew he was going places.

The only trouble was that he didn't care how, so long as he got there. There were mumblings in the senior class at high school and he picked off the prize the same mumblings that echoed through the anti-rooms later in law school.

But no matter, Eddie Vincent had arrived, right-hand man to the district attorney. Yes, it was a thrill at first, sitting in with Ryan on all the big cases. But after a few years of it, he began once again to feel that if she couldn't scratch the opportunist without the opportunity.

Well, breaks don't grow on trees Eddie. Sometimes you have to make the breaks yourself. Yes, spend a few months on it. Give it a lot of thought. Then maybe for example on a particularly foggy night at the prison across the bay you might have a stroke of luck.